Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucky Chance ❯ Tears of a Bleak Future: Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings: This is a light tearjerker chapter. And some swearing.

Lucky Chance 2

For the next few days, I got to know tousan more. He told me about his father, about the big fight against his uncle and the discovery that he was part alien. I felt special to be part alien too. I knew now why I had a bigger appetite than my mom, I was a little bit stronger, and my eyes and ears were much better too. He told me about all the adventures he went on and what the world was like before the androids. He told me about the other warriors and how they died. My grandfather, Goku had died from a heart disease while all the other were killed by the androids. I felt truly sad for them and wished that they had been alive so I could meet them. Tousan offered to train me if I wanted and I quickly accepted. Day by day, he taught me some of the basics as well as how to fly. I sensed that Trunks was jealous of me. I was getting all the attention. I decided to give the training a rest for awhile so tousan would spend more time with Trunks. We hung out at Capsule Corp. for awhile, playing games and watching TV. Tousan would train him sometimes. I noticed Trunks was a lot stronger than me. But he wasn't as nearly as strong as my dad. I inquired about this and dad told me that Trunks was the son of the warrior Vegeta, whom was the prince of the dead race, the saiya-jins. I was deeply impressed and interested. He also told me about a higher stage of the saiya-jins called super saiya-jin. Tousan said he could achieve it, Vegeta had achieved it and so did my grandfather. He expected Trunks would too. Later that month, dad and mom finally tied the knot too. We weren't able to have a big wedding because of the androids. We kept it simple and quiet.

About a year later, there was another android strike today. Gohan had gone out to fight the androids. I wished tousan wouldn't go and fight all the time, but he insisted that he help the people. He was gone for about an hour, and while he was out, kaasan and I stayed at Capsule Corp. Me and Trunks were playing in the secret play room that was often used as a bomb shelter from the androids, while kaasan and Bulma-san were talking. The androids came by a lot and Bulma feared that they would eventually destroy the whole building. I was frightened for my father.

"I wish I was stronger, then I could take on the androids." I whined.

"Me too." Trunks agreed. "I wish my dad was here. He'd be able to fight those tin bots."

"Do you remember your dad?" I asked.

"Not really, but Gohan tells me about him all the time. Mom really doesn't like to talk about him." I nodded. I knew how he felt. Both my grandfathers had died before I was even born. I wondered what they were like. There were pictures around obaasan's house of grandpa Goku, but I had never seen grandpa Satan. As I pondered about that, I heard the front door open. Trunks and I rushed upstairs and saw tousan. He was beaten a little bit, but he was alright.

"I didn't get them this time." tousan muttered. He turned to me and kaasan. "Ready to go home?" Mom nodded and got ready.

"Bye Trunks!" I said, trying to be cheerful. "See ya tomorrow!" We left their house and flew home. Dad eyed everything that moved. He didn't admit it, but he feared the androids as much as anyone else. We flew much faster than we normally would.

"It's just like old times," mom glumly said. "Always running." Dad said nothing. When we got home, it was night and I was sent to bed. Grandma came to check on me.

"Hi, sweetie." she said kindly. "Want me to tell you a story?"

"Sure." I replied. Baasan sat down beside me on my bed.

"Okay. Once upon a time, there lived a boy who lived far away from society. He lived in a little hut and had an orange ball with four stars on it. He had a tail too. And one day, he ran smack into the first car he had ever seen. The driver of the car was a blue haired girl. She was on a search for the orange balls. She had one already and wanted the one the boy had. The boy agreed to go with her for the adventure. And he had many adventures indeed. He met a desert bandit, a shape-shifting pig, a princess, a three-eyed man, a monk, and even a demon king. He grew up and had a child with the princess and named him after his grandfather." She paused as she sniffed. I realized that she must've been talking about someone close, but I wasn't sure who.

"Who was the boy?" I asked. Grandma silent cried.

"The boy was your ojiisan, Goku." she whispered.

"You were a princess?" I wondered.

"Yes, for a while. When I married Goku, we moved from my little palace and moved into the house he built for me. I loved him so much. And I miss him a lot." I smiled at grandma.

"Don't worry, baasan. I'm sure you'll see him again." She smiled back at me and patted my head.

"You're right. I will someday, but until then, I'll make sure you all know who he was and how much he meant to me. Good night, Panny-chan." Grandma kissed my forehead and left.

For the next four years, we continued to run and hide from the androids. Keeping out of their sight was getting harder and harder everyday. There weren't very many stores left in the world, so we had to travel far just to get food. And even that was hard because the androids seemed to follow us or predict where we were going. We had to salvage through cities just to get supplies. Bulma, kaasan, me and Trunks were heading back to home in an air car from one of our salvage trips. The radio was on and the reporter was talking about another android strike.

"The androids are attacking these defenseless people. We can't calculate the death count, but it's estimated to be 8,000 people." Bulma angrily shut off the radio and muttered something under her breath.

"Damn those androids!" I cursed. "I can't believe this is still going on." I was furious. I wanted the androids dead so bad.

"Pan, hold your tongue!" kaasan ordered. "I don't want to hear you swearing. We are all very stressed about those monsters, but swearing isn't going to help." I heard Trunks growling under his breath. He looked like he was ready to tear off the androids' heads. Bulma noticed.

"No way, Trunks!" she yelled. Kaasan looked up. "You're not going anywhere, so don't even think about it." Trunks glared at Bulma.

"But mom! I can't sit around while innocent people are being slaughtered." He took off and flew through the sky.

"Trunks!" Bulma cried. I watched him go.

"I'll follow him in case he needs help!" I quickly yelled and flew off through the sky after Trunks. I heard my mom call after me, but I couldn't hear. I quickly caught up with Trunks.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. I gave him a dirty look.

"I should be asking the same thing." I shot back. He smirked.

"Gohan would kill me if he knew I let you tag along, but...what he doesn't can't hurt him, right?" he said. I grinned.

"Right." We flew in silence until we got to the ruined city. We were too late. We wandered the empty streets and cracked sidewalks. I stopped when Trunks picked up a ripped doll. I choked back a sob.

"Why are they doing this?" he whispered. He let his tears flow freely. I walked to his side to comfort him. Then I sensed Gohan coming.

"Uh-oh." I muttered. I looked over to where tousan was coming. He landed just above us where there was still a wall. He had a stern look on.

"Pan, what on earth are you doing here?" he demanded. He looked over to Trunks. "And what about you, Trunks. I would've expected you to stop her." Trunks shrugged.

"Gomen, Gohan-san. I just was so angry at the androids that I didn't notice Pan following me." Trunks said in my defense. "And besides, she is part saiya-jin, so her fury might have gotten the best of her. She can't ignore the feeling to fight, just like us." Gohan sighed and nodded.

"Fine, I'll let you off this time, but please, don't go fighting the androids without me. I don't want you two to get killed." Trunks and I nodded.

Later at Capsule Corp., I sat on the couch while Trunks sat at the table. He was crying almost as much as I was. Tousan stood at the window simply watching.

"Why don't those monsters have emotions?" asked Trunks. "They just keep killing. When will it be enough?" Tousan was silent. "Gohan-san, you must know how we are feeling. We need to vent our anger and frustration on those mindless-beast. Could you train us? I mean more than just the basics. Real training!" Tousan turned around.

"Not a chance!" he said. "If I train you two, you'll only go out, fight the androids and get yourselves killed!"

"But daddy!" I cried. "I can't take this anymore. I hate living in fear, wondering if my next breath will be my last! I have to fight! Please." I gave him my pleading look. Daddy sighed and gave in.

"Fine, but promise me you'll never fight the androids by yourself. I know you two won't be able to defeat them on you own." Trunks and I sighed. Then, we heard the front door open.

"Gohan, don't tell my mom about this, okay?" Trunks asked. Dad nodded. Bulma walked in and saw all of us.

"Well, this is a surprise." She said sarcastically. Mom walked in behind her.

"Pan, you're alive! I don't want you ever running away again! Do you hear me, young lady?" Mom yelled. She turned her attention to dad. "As for you, did you find her? Why didn't you stop her? Why weren't you there in the air car with us? She could have been killed! I know for a fact that her running off must have been influence by you!" Dad smiled sheepishly, similar to grandpa Goku's in the pictures I had seen. Mom was nagging almost as much as grandma.

"Gomen." he said, still smiling. Mom sighed.

"Oh Gohan-kun, I just can't stay mad at you." Bulma walked up to Trunks.

"So, Trunks. Should I be cooking for one instead of two?" she demanded.

"No, mom. Two's fine." Trunks said.

"Fine. And why are Gohan and Pan here? You guys aren't planning anything, are you?"

"No!" we all said in unison. Bulma groaned.

"Anyway," mom interrupted. "I think we should go now. Let's go, honey." She grabbed me and dad by our shirts and pulled us out the door. When we got home, mom gave me a big lecture about safety.

"Mom, I'm 11 years old! I can take care of myself. I don't need you to be watching me every second."

"Yes you do! I'm so worried about you at times. Damn that saiya-jin blood of yours! Why can't you just ignore that stupid craving for battle?"

"I can't just ignore it! It hurts so much to see so much pain and suffering. I can't even leave the house without feeling guilty that I'm not doing anything!" I pounded the wall, leave a large dent. "Why don't you understand?!" I screamed as I ran to my room and cried for what seemed like hours. There came a soft knock on my door.

"Go away!" I yelled and covered my face with a pillow. The door opened and grandma walk in.

"Now that's no way to speak to your grandmother!" obaasan joked. I wasn't laughing. "Lighten up, sweetie."

"How am I supposed to do that when thousands of people are crying out at night? I wanna fight, but mom won't let me."

"Goodness, you remind me so much of your grandfather."

"I do? What was he like?"

"Well, he had a good sense of humor. He was kind and gentle and had an appetite the size of an elephant. He was always willing to go extra lengths to save someone. He loved to fight, but he hated killing. It's funny how the two personalities clash. He meant so much to me, even though he was never around most of the time. I didn't care if the earth exploded. I just wanted my last moments to be with him." Grandma sighed. I really had no idea what love was, so I could have never put myself in her position. "Losing your true love is like losing half of your soul. If you ever find the right one, don't ever let him go. And I guess what I'm trying to say is your mother loves you more than anything in the world and it would kill her if you died at the hands of the murderous androids." I gave it a lot of thought and knew she was right. Kaasan loved me as much as she loved tousan. She would be devastated if I was killed.

"Thanks grandma. I appreciate it." I gave her a reassuring hug.

"Are you gonna be alright?" she asked. I nodded, attempting to hold in my tears. Grandma left the room and I wept quietly. After I had stopped, I went to sleep.